Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Olivia was no longer the young woman who would panic during a crisis.

She made plans very rationally.

Since Avery was home, she could go to the hospital.

Troy's surgery had just finished in the hospital, and he was still unconscious.

When Olivia arrived, Sean was still by his side, looking at him worriedly.

If Troy found out that his arms were completely ruined and he could no longer design jewelry, he would definitely be devastated.

His arms were very important to him.

"I'm sorry, Sean.

It's all my fault.

This wouldn't have happened if Troy hadn't tried to save me..." Jacqueline was standing next to Sean.

There were two tiny wounds on her face that were covered up by band -aids.

She stood next to Sean with a sad expression.

"It's not your fault.

I'm just glad you're fine.

Our family can't bear any more accidents." "You're here, Dr.

Fordham." Olivia walked over with a grave expression.

"Is Mr.

said he'll regain

at that pale

show

meant all his hard work

a while, Troy regained

still at the

"Jacqueline, Jacquline! " Jacqueline rushed over

"I'm here, Troy.

here." Troy sighed in relief when he saw that

okay." He reflexively wanted to raise his hand to pat Jacqueline on the head but realized he

hard that he started

at his hands and muttered,

hands?"

It's all my fault.

arms are

to lift

hadn't protected me, your arms

wish I could chop my hands off and

was still stunned by the fact

forgot to

stiffly to

"Sean, tell me.

happened to my arms?" "Troy,

find the best

get better." His

still hope for

"I'm disabled.

worthless now," Troy repeated over and